Time for part 2!
The squeal of happiness that escaped Lois’s lips actually hurt Clark’s sensitive ears. Usually he was able to tune such noises out, but when they emanated from his wife it was impossible.
He’ll have a fun time with kids, I’m guessing.
Members of the Daily Planet’s bullpen also turned to watch as Mad Dog Lane morphed into a giggly teen-ager and wiggled in her seat with glee. Even when The Hottest Team in Town was nominated for a Kerth award for best investigative series she had not been so animated.
Oh dear. Is Clark doing something naughty to her in the middle of the newsroom?
“He got down on one knee and proposed on a bridge? Not too far from the Louvre? Oooh, how romantic!” Another squeal filled the air.
Ah…cross-Atlantic telephone call on company dime.
PERRY: IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!
For crying out loud, how was he supposed to compete with a proposal in Paris?
He could propose over French fries in the local McDougals?
But just in case he couldn’t come up with anything wildly different, he reached for the phone and dialed for Brio Tuscany, one of the most exclusive Italian restaurants in Metropolis, to put in for a dinner reservation in seven weeks.
Let’s hope Lucy won’t find something shiny in between.
Lois, unaware of Jimmy’s situation continued talking. “Wait … you’re getting married in six weeks? Is that enough time?”
Oh boy. Jimmy’s going to ‘surprise’ propose one week after the other couple’s wedding?
LUCY: How…original.
Dr. Klein’s hurried voice came over the line. “Good! I caught you. Clark, may I make a request?”
Best man? Or to bring the Kryptonite he has stored at Star Labs for an experiment?
“Th …thank you. It is just that I am closest to you, Lois and your family. It makes sense, like a perfect equation.” Clark heard Abrihet voice in the background, than Bernie came back on the line.
Hey, Lois could be right up there, too, as a groom’s woman. She does know how to wear a suit.
The big man ambled over to their desks and said, “Didn’t I tell you two before that the Daily Planet is a newspaper, not a match making service for your relatives and friends?”
He probably should have started with that when he hired Clark.
Perry nodded and replied drily, “Well, it’ll be good for the Daily Planet’s business section, but not a big beautiful headline in 38 type font. Get on it, but first bring me a story I can sink my teeth into!”
What if thanks to Superman, there are no more big headlines?
PRESTON CARPENTER: Not a problem
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Clark went back to his desk wearing a bemused expression, that was Lois, his little tornado!
Although, now she can also make real, big tornados.
Of course, now that she was super, he did not worry about her nearly as much as in the past.
Suddenly, a prickly sensation fluttered over her body.
Oh look! Kryptonite!
It lasted for but a moment and then the numbness faded away.
I think she got traced, somehow.
he removed a sizable chunk of coiled reddish-gray metal from the container
A piece of an alien propulsion system.
CHIEF ENGINEER PI’Q’KSTER: Oh, please. That’s just a heat pipe from an Espresso maker.
“Bernard … the green Kryptonite is changing!”
Like a piece of coal that slipped away from its warmer fellows and having lost its source of heat and light eventually grows cold and dark, the small knob of Kryptonite’s signature sickly green glow faded into a hard lump of ashy blackness.
Ooooh! Inoculation. And just in time to heal Lois’s green K poisoning.
He could foresee a time when the overseers of these stations would someday soon hold an significant place in New Kryptonian society. It only required the right man to introduce a few changes and his overseer; Vax-Om might be the man. Only time would tell.
Vax-Om’s wife, Eyner, a slender woman with a face like a blunt hatchet, was an excellent cook whose compassionate nature made him feel welcome.
It’s really great, the way you have a Lex that sounds like he’s on some sort of medication and then and again you inject this little callbacks to the arrogant bastard
“Yes, what if Metal X in conjunction with Kryptonite removes their powers ….permanently?”
“What shall we do?”
Maybe they could use it on General Zod? While there’s several other Kryptonians around to stop him should he become inoculated after all.
He took a deep breath and sighed; Abrihet gathered him in her arms and held him close. “If only there was another Kryptonian we could experiment on …” she said with a sigh.
See?
The expression from his wife’s face that greeted Clark was one of utter shock. Getting a dress was one of the first things a bride had to do and then the list grows exponentially.
“Bernard Joseph Klein sent you to JOHAN’S for a tuxedo? Clark, a basic suit there starts at $1500.00! What does he think? That investigative reporters – even award winning ones - are made of money?”
Well…they know where all the bodies are buried, so…
“How does it look on you?” Her voice became as soft as velvet when she said, “and how long will it take to get it off?”
Bernie added, That's true my dear, but what's this new information regarding Clark’s father?”
The intrigue continues. I wonder if some Kryptonite will get to Lois before she’s fixed. Also, will they implant it or use a ring or…?
Michael
Hmmm...call me a cynic, but that Kryptonite antidote worries me. Nothing is ever that simple. And that flutter that Lois felt after saving the helicopter...yeah, that's going to come back to haunt her. I think some rough waters are ahead, but am confident that you'll wrap it up in a nice, WAFFY, wedding present's bow by the end. 
Could Lois's powers be fading away? 
